The city was alive with energy, the streets bustling as people went about their daily routines. Among the crowds were superheroes, their powers on display in subtle but fascinating ways. A busker played a guitar while conjuring tiny flames that danced in rhythm to the music. A sanitation worker used small whirlwinds to sweep leaves into neat piles.

Leon held his mother’s hand, skipping happily while his father walked beside them, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

“You’re in a good mood today,” his father noted, glancing down at him.

“Of course I am!” Leon beamed. “The doctor’s gonna tell me I’ll have superpowers for sure!”

His mother chuckled softly. “Maybe so, sweetie. But remember, powers or not, you’re already amazing just the way you are.”

His father smirked, nudging his wife gently. “He might have gotten your optimism, but I’m not letting him off the hook if he starts slacking in school.”

“Hey!” Leon piped up indignantly. “I don’t slack!”

The couple exchanged amused glances. As they walked, Leon’s mother paused near a shop window, her gaze falling on a sleek pair of black boots.

“Those are cute,” she murmured.

“More shoes?” Leon’s father teased. “You know we have a budget, right?”

“I know, I know,” she replied with a laugh. “But look at my flats—they’re practically falling apart. A good pair of boots could last for years!”

He sighed, though the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “Fine, we’ll think about it. After we figure out dinner. What do you feel like?”

Leon’s face lit up. “Pasta!”

His father nodded. “Pasta it is. We’ll grab the sauce on the way back.” He glanced at his son, his expression softening. “But only if our captain promises to pay attention in class today.”

“I will!” Leon declared, though his attention was quickly drawn to a firefighter across the street. The man stood by his truck, conjuring water from thin air to fill a nearby hydrant.

“Whoa,” Leon whispered. “That’s so cool.”

His mother smiled, leaning down to whisper, “One day, sweetie, maybe you’ll do something just as cool.”

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The Doctor’s Office

The clinic was bustling with activity, filled with patients of all ages. Posters on the walls depicted superheroes using their powers for everyday tasks, with slogans encouraging early testing and celebrating unique abilities.

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Leon sat in the waiting room, swinging his legs excitedly while his parents filled out paperwork. His father had a distant look, his heightened senses picking up the faint buzz of machinery and snippets of hushed conversations.

When their names were called, the family followed a nurse into an exam room. The doctor, a kind-looking man in his forties, greeted them warmly. “Good morning! You must be Leon.”

“That’s me!” Leon said proudly.

The doctor smiled, glancing at his chart. “I see you’re here for a power resonance test. Let’s get started.”

Leon hopped onto the examination table while the doctor turned to his parents. “Before we begin, can you remind me of your abilities? It helps me understand what we might be looking for in Leon’s case.”

His mother folded her hands. “I have a calming voice. It helps soothe people who are in pain or anxious—it’s why I work in the hospital’s critical care ward. Patients feel at ease when I’m around, and it makes their recovery smoother.”

“And I have heightened senses,” his father added. “Hearing, sight, smell, the whole package. It’s useful for my job as a crossing guard and a construction worker, but it’s a lot to handle sometimes.”

The doctor nodded thoughtfully. “Two gifted parents—quite rare. Usually, powers in children manifest between ages three and seven, but some late bloomers do exist. It’s possible Leon is one of them.”

“We think so,” his mother said, her voice tinged with hope. “I didn’t discover my ability until I was nearly eight.”

“Well,” the doctor said with a reassuring smile, “let’s see what we can find out today.”

The tests began with simple checks—reflexes, physical coordination, and strength. Leon aced them all, his confidence growing with each task.

“Next,” the doctor said, “we’ll do a Resonance Scan. It’ll show if there are any latent powers waiting to activate.”

Leon lay still as the scanner hummed softly, a blue light sweeping over him. His parents watched closely, their hands clasped together.

When the scan finished, the doctor studied the results on his tablet. His brow furrowed slightly, though his tone remained calm. “The results aren’t definitive. There’s a faint energy signature, but it’s inconclusive. It could mean Leon has latent abilities that haven’t activated yet, or it might mean he won’t develop powers at all.”

Leon frowned. “So… I might not get any powers?”

The doctor placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s hard to say right now. These results often need time to become clear. We’ll have to wait one to two weeks for further analysis.”

His father crouched down to meet Leon’s eye level, his tone firm yet kind. “Listen, Leon. Whether you have powers or not, what’s inside your heart is what matters most. That’s where real strength comes from.”

Leon’s mother hugged him tightly. “We love you, sweetie, no matter what. You’ll always be our little hero.”

The boy smiled, the earlier uncertainty fading from his expression. “Okay. I’ll wait.”

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The family stepped back onto the bustling streets, the morning sun now casting a warm glow over the city. Leon skipped ahead, his earlier excitement returning as he took in the sights.

“I wonder what my power will be,” he said aloud, turning to his parents. “Maybe I’ll fly! Or shoot lasers! Or—”

“Or you’ll get detention for daydreaming instead of paying attention in class,” his father teased.

Leon grinned sheepishly. “I’ll pay attention, I promise!”

They reached the school gates, where other children were being dropped off by their parents. Some kids were already showing off their budding abilities, creating sparks, floating small objects, or making harmless illusions.

“Have a great day, Leon,” his mother said, kissing his forehead.

“Be good,” his father added, giving him a playful nudge.

Leon waved as he ran off, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn’t wait to find out if he was destined to join the ranks of the heroes he admired so much.